It is not my fault that certain so-called bohemian elements have found >>
I don't know, I don't care, and it doesn't make any difference! >>
All of life is a foreign country. >>
I have an existential map; it has you are here written all over it. >>
Between two worlds life hovers like a star, twixt night and morn, upon >>
Life loves the liver of it. >>
All of life is a foreign country.